Sunday, July 27, 2014



Children of the sun have gathered
right bellow our window pane
I can hear them contemplating
running fingers through your hair
I can see their sour envy
I'm the one inside your bed
I'm the one to kiss your fingers
rub against your baby face

Breaching through the glass with might
Curtains spread upon their storm
Velvet room is full with laughter
Silent voices spread their warm

Sudden rush is taking over
I need to dissolve in you
You're awake with arms around me
happy I am next to you

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